He made her get off and bend over the arm of the sofa, so he could take her from behind. There was a full length mirror facing the sofa, and Christine could see both their figures as he penetrated her. She saw his muscles of his butt flexing as he thrust, and she felt her climax building as she watched him do her. His head was thrown back as he continued to thrust, his hands holding her hips, thumbs digging into her buttocks. He thrust so hard she was lifted off her feet. He tensed, and delivered another smack to her ass. She cried out, and then he was bucking against her as he came, triggering her own orgasm.
She collapsed shuddering against the sofa cushions, breaking the contact, and he cried out. He staggered a little as he went to the armchair, still panting. She peeked at him, and giggled when she saw his pants and briefs were still pooled at his feet.
“Very funny,” Nick said, kicking them off weakly. He regarded her with some amusement. She still had her skirt and blouse on, both rather the worse for wear.
“I knew you just came for the sex,” he added smugly, and she sat up, primly straightening her bra and blouse, her skirt still riding high over her hips, her panties still on the floor.
“Of course,” Christine said, grinning.
“So when do we tell Lisa you’re moving in?” he asked. He wanted to make sure she would follow through. Christine pursed her lips.
“As soon as she gets back,” she promised, then grimaced. “She’ll be fine with it, but I have to admit I’m a little worried about telling my parents. I’ve always been the ‘good girl’, you know.” A thought struck her. “Do your parents know I’m moving in? Is that why they wanted to meet me?”
Nick shifted uncomfortably, eyeing her uneasily. He was nervous about proposing, considering how difficult it was to get her to just move in with him. His parents were cool, but not that cool. He didn’t want them to think any less of Christine because they weren’t married, but he was almost certain they would. If he hadn’t been planning to marry her, he would never have mentioned her to them at all.
Christine sensed he was holding something back, but she didn’t think it was because his parents disapproved of her. They had been almost embarrassingly pleased to meet her.
“What is it, Nick?” she asked quietly.
“Well…they do and they don’t,” he temporized, thinking of the engagement ring he had bought months ago in his sock drawer. She merely waited for him to explain, and he shifted again. “They kinda think we’re getting married.”
Christine’s mouth dropped open in shock, and Nick folded his lips to keep from laughing. It wasn’t a good idea to do that right now.
“Did you tell them that?” she asked, her face unreadable as she tried to tackle with this new dilemma.
“In a manner of speaking,” he admitted, watching her reactions carefully. She was staring off into space now, a habit she had when she was thinking deeply. It was something he had gotten used to, but the first time she did it while she was with him, it had scared him a little. It was so complete. She called it her “zone.” Right now, he was just glad she was thinking about it rather than jumping up and running screaming to the door. He wouldn’t put it past her.
Marriage!
Christine’s mind was in a whirl. She had thought about marriage, sure, but not yet. Not until…
Until what?
She had never really established parameters for marriage for herself. The concept was something in the cards, she supposed, but in the vague future, and even with Nick she had never seriously considered it because…
Because he had never proposed.
He had asked her to move in, and as far as she knew, that was all he wanted. Marriage had never been discussed, and she was not to know that it was her commitment issues that kept him from bringing it up. The fact was several times after a spectacular bout of lovemaking or a quiet day reading, he had had to bite his tongue to keep it from uttering The Fatal Words. He was afraid of losing her.
She had been so distracted by her thoughts that she didn’t notice Nick getting up and leaving the room. So she was startled when he came back in wearing jogging pants, and he knelt on one knee before her.
“It didn’t feel right doing this buck naked,” he confessed, opening a ring box. It was a diamond solitaire, clearly an engagement ring, and the stone looked huge to her. She raised wide eyes at him, and it reminded him of the eyes of a startled deer caught in the headlights of a speeding car. “I have wanted to ask you this for months,” he said, staring into her eyes. “Will you marry me?”
Christine was still, eyes searching his face, her hands held tightly on her lap. Is this for real? Do I really want to do this?
After what seemed an eternity, that blank look on her face faded as she came to a decision. She looked away and got up. Nick watched her, crushed, his raised hand holding the box falling on his raised knee. He tried to buck himself up, telling himself he was rushing her again. Maybe after six more months…
Christine stooped and picked up her panties, slipping them on before straightening her skirt. He watched her, suddenly sure that she had decided to leave after all. His jaw clenched at the thought. Surely she wouldn’t do that to me again? he thought wildly. He prepared to beg her to stay, forget about the proposal.
Then she walked back to the sofa to sit down. “It didn’t seem right to say yes without my underwear,” she intoned seriously, holding out her left hand.
Nick closed his eyes for a moment, relief threatening to overwhelm him. He opened his eyes, knowing he again had a dopey grin on his face as he slipped the ring on her finger. He gathered her in his arms and murmured his love for her, and she did the same.
The stone glinted in the light.
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